After the Scummy Alpha Lost Her Memory, a Flirty Top Actress Set Her Sights on Her (GL) - Chapter 45

On the ride back, Yan Run barely spoke, which made the clueless livestream audience think the two of them were in another cold war.

By the time they returned to the Love Cabin, it was already late. They greeted the others in the living room.

Ji Zhiyé chuckled, “You’ve got a strong body, kid. Let me see if your brain’s still working.”

Yan Run shoved her away. “Hands off! My body’s only for my wife to touch.” As she said it, she hooked her arm through Yu Wenxi’s and swung it playfully.

Ji Zhiyé froze—then looked startled. Remembering something Yan Run had said to her before, she leaned toward Wei Qin and whispered, “Did this one lose her memory or something? She’s acting nothing like she used to.”

Wei Qin’s lips twitched. “If she had amnesia, she wouldn’t remember you.”

Xu Tangran offered an apologetic smile. “Sorry for getting Miss Yan hurt.”

Yu Wenxi’s smile didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Fortunately, she’s got nine lives.”

Xu Tangran clearly caught the hint of gunpowder in Yu Wenxi’s tone and didn’t dare say another word.

Yan Run, however, laughed heartily. “It’s nothing.”

Yu Wenxi’s smile softened, but her grip tightened as she took Yan Run’s hand. “We’re a bit tired today. Let’s go upstairs. We’ll talk more tomorrow, okay?”

Wang Yunfan waved them off. “Have a good rest.”

Yu Wenxi didn’t bother with politeness—she dragged Yan Run straight into their bedroom.

Back in the familiar space, Yan Run could finally sleep on the big bed instead of the sofa.

“This time,” Yu Wenxi crossed her arms, “you can tell me who Lang Feng is, right?”

Yan Run opened her eyes and sat up, smiling at Yu Wenxi’s icy expression. “Don’t be so serious, wife.”

“Shut up.” Yu Wenxi blurted.

“Alright, then I won’t say anything.” Yan Run said.

Yu Wenxi shot her a glare, and Yan Run instantly caved. “Okay, okay, I’ll talk. She’s my classmate—a female Alpha.”

Only when Yu Wenxi heard female Alpha did the corners of her mouth lift slightly. “Oh? And why does she dislike you?”

“At first,” Yan Run began, “we actually got along really well—close enough to call each other best friends…”

Back in high school, Yan Run had been quiet and not much of a talker. Everyone knew she was the Yan family’s second daughter, so at first, her classmates tried to cozy up to her. But they quickly discovered that the so-called heiress wasn’t the least bit worldly or sociable—she barely spoke and was, frankly, boring.

It didn’t take long for people to develop hostility toward her. After all, anyone attending that prestigious high school came from a well-off background, and it bruised their vanity to find the Yan family’s second daughter so unimpressive. Eventually, they began to ostracize her.

Yan Run wasn’t bothered. She could eat alone, walk alone, go home alone.

Until one day, when she walked into class and found a group of Alphas surrounding a plain-looking Omega girl, mocking her.

One of them picked up a letter and read aloud, “Wang Yanyan, you actually want to give a love letter to that blockhead Yan Run? Hahaha!”

Another chimed in, “Yan Run’s at least the Yan family’s second daughter and pretty to boot. But you? With your family background and that face, you think you can confess to her? Keep dreaming.”

Although Yan Run was often isolated by other Alphas, her looks were undeniable—many pretty Omegas had sent her love letters before.

Wang Yanyan’s family was better off than average, but compared to most in their circle, she still fell short.

Those idle rich kids often picked on the lonely girl whenever they had nothing better to do.

Yan Run didn’t usually meddle in others’ business, but she hated seeing Omegas get bullied. She grabbed the arm of the leading male Alpha and said coldly, “Shut your mouth and get lost.”

The group rarely confronted Yan Run directly, but since the Omegas they liked tended to favor her, they had long been hostile behind her back.

Now that she’d stepped in, they were furious. The leader shoved her and sneered, “So you like girls who look like this, huh? Miss Yan, you must be starving to settle for that! Hahaha!”

The others joined in the laughter.

Yan Run showed no embarrassment or anger—only a frigid expression. “Disappear from my sight. Now.”

The leader’s eyes narrowed, ready to lunge at her—when a voice drawled from the doorway.

Someone flung their school jacket aside. Lang Feng, with her head of fiery red hair and an untamed aura, lifted her eyelids lazily. “Still planning to start a fight?”

Lang Feng was notorious for her freewheeling nature—bleaching her hair, getting ear piercings, constantly breaking school rules. She was violent, from an extremely wealthy family, and no one dared provoke her.

In fact, hardly anyone even wanted to be friends with her.

The group exchanged glances. Lang Feng’s temper was legendary, and rumor had it she often got into fights—vicious ones. None of them wanted to risk having the school call their parents in.

“Not worth it,” one muttered, and they slunk out of the classroom.

Yan Run looked at Wang Yanyan, who was still sobbing at her desk. Not knowing how to comfort her, she awkwardly patted her shoulder. “Uh… don’t cry.”

At this point, Yu Wenxi interrupted, “Did that girl like you?”

Yan Run looked helpless. “How would I know?”

Yu Wenxi frowned. “She sent you a love letter and you didn’t realize?”

Yan Run drew a deep breath, catching the faint whiff of jealousy in Yu Wenxi’s voice. Without hesitation, she pulled her wife onto her lap, resting her chin on her shoulder like a cat. “She never even said a word to me about it. And back then, my heart was already full of you—how could I be interested in anyone else?”

Yu Wenxi finally laughed and ruffled the head of her annoying Alpha. “You always know what to say. So? What happened next?”

The girl had flushed bright red at her “goddess’s” concern. Then she heard Lang Feng burst out laughing.

Mortified, she bolted from the classroom.

Yan Run was left stunned, turning to Lang Feng. “Did I… do something wrong?”

“You didn’t do anything wrong?” Lang Feng shrugged off her school uniform jacket, revealing a slender waist that could be encircled with one hand. In the height of summer, she wore a short red plaid skirt, her crimson hair flipping over her shoulder—a picture of youthful vitality.

Yan Run froze for a moment. How had she never noticed before just how effortlessly dashing and unrestrained this Alpha looked?

Lang Feng: “I’ve been watching you for a while. You’re always at the library reading, never with any friends. I thought you might have autism, but now I see—you’re just aloof.”

Yan Run: “Aloof? I just don’t know who to talk to.”

Lang Feng laughed. “Are you some kind of rich second generation? You don’t act like one at all.”

Yan Run: “Why should I act like a spoiled rich kid?”

Raising an eyebrow, Lang Feng extended a long, slender hand. “Fate brought us together today—how about we be friends?”

Yan Run blinked in surprise. Lang Feng gave a little wave of her hand. “Don’t just ‘ah’ me. I’m asking—can we be friends?”

Thinking of how Lang Feng had just stood up for her, and knowing she really was lonely in this school, Yan Run decided she must be a good person. She clasped Lang Feng’s hand. “Sure.”

From then on, the two were inseparable.

She called her Fengzi. Lang Feng called her Second Miss. Outsiders couldn’t fathom how two people so different could possibly become friends.

“Second Miss, come to the bathroom with me.”

“Second Miss, come with me to get lunch.”

“Second Miss, want to take a walk this evening?”

True to her name, Lang Feng was like the wind—free, untethered. She discarded what she didn’t care for without hesitation. No one could dictate her thoughts—not even school rules.

Yan Run had grown accustomed to her friend’s constant presence. Sometimes it was Lang Feng who sought her out for a chat, and on the rare days she didn’t, Yan Run felt oddly unsettled.

What she couldn’t figure out was why someone like Lang Feng—spirited, attractive, and with plenty of admiring Omegas—had never been in a relationship. By looks alone, she could have had her pick, yet she seemed utterly uninterested.

One day, cycling to school, Yan Run passed a narrow alley and heard Lang Feng cry out in pain.

Alarmed, she abandoned her bicycle and ran in. Several Alphas were surrounding a battered Lang Feng. Clearly, some fight had broken out.

Lang Feng could be fierce in a fight, but with so many opponents, she didn’t stand a chance.

Yan Run’s brows knitted. She wouldn’t allow anyone to bully her friend.

One of the assailants sneered, “Come on, get up and fight us! Always so arrogant—look at you now, like a beaten dog!”

“Stop it!” Yan Run shouted, striding forward.

The group turned to glare at her. “Who the hell are you? Stay out of this, or we’ll beat you too!”

Yan Run took out her phone. “How much? I’ll transfer it to you.”

Hearing that the rich girl was willing to settle things with money, their eyes lit up. They quickly backed off.

Once they were gone, Yan Run rushed to Lang Feng’s side, helping her up. “Why were you fighting them?”

Lang Feng smirked weakly. “I was bored. Saw them bullying someone and mouthed off a bit.”

Then, with a soft sigh, she collapsed into Yan Run’s arms. Yan Run startled—Lang Feng was a few centimeters shorter, yet in this moment, her usual swagger was gone, replaced by the frailty of an Omega.

“Take me to a nearby hotel. I need to rest and heal.” Lang Feng’s voice was ragged.

Seeing her friend so weak, Yan Run agreed immediately, soon settling her onto a hotel bed.

When Yan Run reached to remove Lang Feng’s bloodied shirt, her hand was caught.

She froze, meeting Lang Feng’s gaze—intense, unblinking, a smear of blood at the corner of her mouth.

Yan Run, heart tightening, pulled out a wet wipe to clean her up. But Lang Feng caught her other hand, pulled her in, and pressed her lips against hers.

Yan Run jerked back in shock. “Y-you… what are you doing?!”

Suddenly, Lang Feng wrapped her arms around her like a starving wolf.

“Second Miss, I really like you. From the first moment I saw you, I was drawn to you. I want you… so badly…”

With a sharp bang, Yan Run shoved her away and clamped a hand around her throat. Never in her life had she encountered someone so twisted.

Lang Feng was an Alpha—and she wanted to sleep with her Alpha friend?

“What are you saying? Are you insane?!” Yan Run snapped.

“I’m not insane. I love you. I’ve always loved you. I just didn’t know how to say it. Please… give yourself to me.” Lang Feng’s eyes burned with obsession. Yes, she was an Alpha—but unlike others, the one she loved was also an Alpha.

She had wrestled with confusion, with doubt—but the Alpha body itself fascinated her. And Yan Run… was her dream come true.

“Fengzi, get a grip. You haven’t been drinking, have you? Why would you like me? I’m your friend. You’re an Alpha. You’re supposed to like Omegas.”

“Second Miss, when you first transferred here, you hadn’t differentiated yet. But I remembered you—you were so beautiful, especially when you read, so quiet. You were different from other Alphas. You were clean, neat, your clothes always carrying the faint scent of jasmine. I loved that smell.”

With that, Lang Feng buried her face in Yan Run’s sleeve and inhaled deeply.

Yan Run’s skin prickled with goosebumps.

“And then you differentiated—into an Alpha. To me, that was a miracle. Because I love Alphas. I love their tall, imposing presence, love pinning them beneath me until they beg for mercy. So much more fun than Omegas—don’t you see?”

Yan Run’s grip on her tightened. Every word was a provocation, pushing against her limits. How infuriating—to have met someone like this.

Even Yu Wenxi was left stunned.

“She said she likes you?”

Yan Run, still dazed, nodded slowly.